Page 99 of Without You

“Yes.”

My breath hitches, causing him to cock his head at me. “Are you sure?”

“Do you want me to take care of it myself?” I challenge, unbuttoning my jeans, lowering my boxers, and pulling my leaking cock out. It’s the only motivation he needs, because he’s pouncing on me like a crazed animal, swatting my hands away from my shaft, and dragging the heavy denim down the length of my legs.

Completely naked, his eyes roam the expanse of my body.

Staring back at nothing but a wildfire of desire, I’m certain any trepidation is now forgotten, one hundred percent replaced with only carnal need.

Climbing over me, he lowers his head till we’re a single breath apart. His tongue slips out between his lips, and then painstakingly slowly he explores the shape of my mouth.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” he says. “I want to do this right.”

“I’ve never done this,” I confess.

“What?”

“No.” I shake my head, realizing he’s misunderstood what I meant.

Swallowing hard, I hold on to his biceps to keep him somewhat close to me. “Nobody’s been inside me before.”

I watch his face morph from shock, to surprise, to understanding. But it’s the last look of undeniable possession that steals my breath away.

He crushes his mouth to mine. Licking me. Kissing me. Effortlessly driving me to the brink of insanity. When he sucks my tongue and wraps his fingers around my dick, a needy whimper echoes around the room.

“Deacon,” I cry out. “Don’t fucking tease me.”

He pries himself away from me and starts stripping out of his own clothes. “Get in the middle of the bed,” he instructs. “Lay on your stomach.”

Exhilaration swims in my veins as I heed his request. When I hear the cap of the lube bottle open my eyes immediately dart behind me.

Deacon is a mass of muscle and man; his cock thick, hard and angry.

I watch him place one knee up on the bed, lean forward, and crawl over me. He’s on all fours above me, and I almost have to tuck my hands underneath my body to refrain from touching him.

Lips press to the back of my neck, kissing me softly, kissing me slowly.

Lost in his touch, my body shivers when an unexpected pool of cool liquid lands just below my nape.

Fingers dance down my backbone, smearing the lube down the length of my back, drawing circles around every single knob in my spine. When he reaches the top of my crease, my ass clenches in anticipation, but the touch never comes.

Instead, I feel another cold dollop land on my skin, this time the cold leveling out the heat flaring in my veins. He repeats the same motions: up, down, and around.

Each time he slides the lube a little bit lower, slipping it a little farther. By the sixth time, my cock is throbbing, my balls aching.

I whine embarrassingly into the pillow while trying to grind my hips into the mattress.

Deacon grips my hips to still me. “Don’t even think about it.”

“Please,” I beg.

“We’re just getting to the good part,” he taunts.

When I feel a fresh round of liquid at the base of my spine instead of the top, my breath hitches. Instead of working his way up, Deacon’s fingers slip inside my crease. He’s got one hand stretching my ass cheek while the fingers on his other hand are covered with lube and grazing up and down my taint.

Just like he did to my back, he’s running his fingers up and down, circling my hole and back up; making sure to do it over and over again.

Eventually, he takes pity on my squirming body, and I feel his thick digit slowly breach my opening. It’s a slow, slick slide, the very pinnacle of pleasure and pain, and we’re just getting started.

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